Well, it has been quite a holiday weekend. But rather than bore you with details of the angry hippies in Bolinas, or the trip to Pt. Reyes Station with Adam and his sister Maccai, I decided to go back to the days when I would simply put in a brief illustration to explain. But to explain the explanation:

The wife got salycitic acid in her eye, which made a blister and much redness and we had to call poison control and the hospital and it was a whole big to do for an hour or so, with plenty of flushing of the eye, done by me, with the hose attachment on the sink. Only it also sprayed all over the floor.

Then we went to the national park, which was a good hour drive away, and Adam ordered oysters in an omlette, which was kind of gross and I thought about all the war dead and how no one really cares about all the sacrifices of the past.

Then we went for a hike up on the highest peak on Pt. Reyes national seashore. Which was very nice. My wife, according to her bio that she wrote for UCSF, loves to hike, so I figured it was high time we went for a hike. Which, as I said, went just fine, though, like most hikes, we could have taken more water to drink, though the warm seltzer in the car, at the end, was refreshing as only car-warmed seltzer can be.

The disease vectors were everywhere, from the mosquitos, which were actually pretty scarce, to the tics, which were present at least in theory, since there were quite a few deer running around. Hence Lyme disease fears were discussed. More the point, a very large, (3-4 foot) snake was in the middle of the path, just sitting there. I am not a herpetologist, but Adam wanted to pick it up, which I considered a bad idea and had to talk him out of. The snake didn't want to move, so I threw a rock in its direction, but the snake was not impressed. The snake was there for a good five minutes before it finally moved out of the way, which was a little shocking to me, since all the snakes I have ever dealt with went shooting off as soon as you approached them. This one stayed still and Adam leaned in about four inches from its face, and I told him he was going to threaten it and get bit on the face and even if it werent a poison snake, which it probably wasn't, a snake bite is still bad, and hurts a lot. But it didn't bite him.

Then we listened to Crosby Stills and Nash and Alpha Blondy and Adam drove all over the road to Bolinas where the locals hate everybody and Adam bought a flip flop, since his 36 dollar flip flop got washed away in the ocean.